A doorbell rang. A door creaked open. A cloaked figure stood on the porch.
“Who’re you?”
The apparition answered, “A ghost from your childhood past. When you pushed me into the deep end, you knew I couldn’t swim.”
“Larry?”
“Yep. Trick or treat.”
“Scram! You’re not real.”
“Are you sure, Spaceman? I have lots of tricks up my sleeve.” The hand and wrist bones of a skeleton emerged. “See? Lots of room.”
The astronaut clutched his chest.
The hologram figure faded.
The pranksters on Earth had turned off the switch. “Curses! Our Holo-ween trick backfired. We scared him to death.”
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